A Poem Called Magician
Brave knight on a quest for the riches of the world
Crosses many valleys and canyons with hope
That he can finally prove he isn't a weak minded fool
Serve with the other knights to enchanted realms
Fight along the greatest that the world always remember.
His sword is a book and his shield is himself
Chanting many languages to deal direct damage
Colored energy flowing out from his hands
Never letting the heat of battle confuse his goals
Creating his own path in life to be among the ultimate.
The cloak he wears is not anything basic
It represents the calling card he uses to give his enemy
Symbols that when commanded will destroy all in sight
Or to defend his from their evil destructive minds
Either way, he finds himself always on top.
Legends speak of him throughout history
The magic user and master of the energy skill
However, in this sick and twisted world he once lived in
Anything different from the common society is evil
This magician is remembered for nothing but his motives.
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